I absolutely love L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables. I've simply fallen victim to adaptation overload.
I don't see a need- or even a want- to read this story to my hypothetical kids.
This novel is pretty much a bougie 1930's version of a bitter guy trying to prove his ex is crazy after they have a nasty break up.
Save Me the Waltz reads more like a poetic retelling of Zelda's life than a standard novel.
Without one sister, the others do not fully exist.